[They’re there, curled together, perfectly bound up in one another. Lucy has not often had moments where she has felt this safe, this loved, and she has always felt both. Her clean hand finds his.]

Yes.

That is just so.

That is what I feel for you.

[She puts her head on his shoulder.]

Here is my promise to you, my love. For as long as you stay I will remain a maiden queen, merry and gay, and refuse all suitors. You will have my heart, and carry it close, and know it is yours in your keeping.